Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Just from listening to Ye Fengsheng's tone, the Vermilion Bird already knew there was no room left to turn things around. He did not dare meet Ye Fengsheng's eyes to beg him for another chance, yet he was unwilling to submit without resistance and hand over these Fourteen Countries into his hands.

"Nostalgia is a fine thing, but you'd better make sure that the Fourteen States you're clinging to are really the Fourteen States you want. If I don't do this, how much chance do you think you have left to live?"

Ye Fengsheng said, "No matter what, you ought to be the leader of the fourteen countries. Your second senior brother can use you as an experiment, and you think no one else knows?"

The Vermilion Bird slowly tilted her head, looking into Ye Fengsheng's eyes.

What Ye Fengsheng said was exactly the worry that had been haunting her heart all this time. If that night Ye Fengsheng had tortured her, she would have become

the nightmare she feared most; what Ye Fengsheng had just said was the most brutal truth to her.

The moment Qiu Yun's feet touched the ground, she collapsed directly, a sharp pain stabbing the bones of her shoulder. She smelled the pungent stench of blood all around and even felt on the verge of fainting.

She had grown up somewhat pampered—had she ever faced anything like this today?

Looking around, all around her were corpses that had just fallen from the cliff, smashed into minced flesh; the skin and meat on her shoulder gushed out like a little stream, and the blood on the ground pooled, making her pretty face turn pale as paper.

Before she could catch her breath, Ye Feng's voice drifted over. His face was twisted and ugly, his eyes once bright like Stars, now filled with struggle and pain.

"I—I told you to leave, didn't I?"

His Adam's apple rolled. The formerly cold voice now sounded like a beast's roar, carrying an indescribable savagery and torment.

Standing again before the God, Qiu Yun hurriedly asked, "Ye Fengsheng, what's wrong with you?"

There was no answer. All she received was Ye Fengsheng's hands, wrapped in violent Spiritual Energy.

"Boom!"

The ground split open into a large pit beneath his palm. If Qiu Juan hadn't dodged in time, that palm would have landed on her, leaving her gravely injured.

"Ye Fengsheng! You're insane!"

He roared wordlessly; Qiu Yun was stunned. "You're trying to kill me!"

She even felt a little despair!

In that situation he'd gone out of his way to save them, and just now he had inexplicably slapped them. Bone was visible through the torn skin. In less than two minutes, the person he'd saved was about to be killed by him? If that's not madness, what is!?

Reason was nowhere to be seen; in Ye Fengsheng's eyes there was only a naked, feral viciousness. In the blink of an eye he had caught up to the elusive Qiu Yun in front of him. His hands and feet swung in a fury, even the air around them warping under the ferocity.

"Ye Fengsheng! What kind of madness is this!"

Snorting coldly, Qiu Yun snapped, "You're going crazy again! You're not welcome!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, that raging hand swept past her hair, cutting off countless green strands as it pursued Qiu Yun above.

One chased, one fled. Qiu Yun had already been exhausted long ago; she had never experienced anything like this. How could she possibly be a match for Ye Fengsheng, who was entangled by the ferocious Qi Country?

In a very short time, she could no longer evade Ye Fengsheng's mindless attacks.

"Forgive me. I'm protecting myself."

The heavy breathing drew closer and closer. With a loud crack, the air itself tore at her ears. Qiu Yun suddenly raised her hand; the aura she had gathered in her palm pierced through most of Ye Fengsheng's chest to open a wound.

In an instant, his dark eyes were overtaken by pain. Ye Feng lowered his head to look at the Elf before him; at last, a sliver of clarity returned.

"Ye Fengsheng, you've sobered up?"

Realizing this, Qiu Juan quickly clenched her hand, trying to channel Spiritual Energy, but was blocked by Ye Fengsheng. Looking at the girl who had once seemed like a Fairy, Ye Fengsheng struggled to speak. His voice came out hoarse and weak.

"Pain can help me stay lucid. Leave now. Otherwise, once I get used to this pain, you'll have no chance to get away."

Qiu Yun opened her mouth. "What's wrong with you?"

"Go!"

Ye Fengsheng shouted hoarsely, "Do you have to ask for a reason for everything you do? I'm really sick of it. Don't you understand why? I can't control myself anymore! You're not saving me—you're just hurting yourself!"

Their gazes locked. There was a trace of anxiety in Qiu Yun's voice. "But—but if I leave, what about you?"

"Ever since I took off the jade bracelet, I've been ready."

Ye Feng rasped, "Go back and tell Xu Bo to stay far away from Fang Chen. This is the last thing I'll ask of you."

The clarity in his eyes started to waver. Ye Fengsheng didn't hesitate; seizing Qiu Yun's Spiritual Energy in his hand, he slashed across his own chest, biting down and pressing hard on the wound, bellowing, "Stop asking me why! Just go!"

"Fine, but you'll die here all alone!"

Suspicion and worry in her gaze, Qiu Yun stared into Ye Fengsheng's eyes. "I can't just watch you die here! Tell me what else I can do to save you—how can I save you!"

"Can you call my grandmaster down to help me right now? No? Then it's useless!"

Before the word "idiot" could be spat out, something flashed through Ye Feng's mind—what had happened during that heart-stopping sprint—and in that instant, everything suddenly became clear.

"Tranquility of the Mind!"

"Tranquility of the Mind!"

Ye Fengsheng muttered, seized the aura gathered in Qiu Juan's hand, and once more slit along his wound. Before the pain in his heart had faded, he suddenly drew upon the cultivation technique itself, rapidly pulling out the Pure Heart Formula, fixing his gaze on the operational method written upon it, and forcefully drew the surrounding spiritual halo into his body.

Right now, who had time to fuss about which technique belonged to whom, or what could be used for cultivation or survival!

How to survive? He could only rely on this Pure Heart!

"The heart like a mirror is cold as ice."

"Trash! You can't even find a corpse! What do I need you for?"

Suddenly he lashed out with a kick. The huge force sent the man flying from in front of the first seat of the main hall all the way to the doorway. In the end he tripped over the threshold, fell to the ground in a pathetic heap, and dragged a long smear of blood behind him.

What did that person look like at this moment?

"Master, please calm your anger."

Outside the city gate, Sha Quan bypassed the bewildered Samurai and stepped into the great hall for the first time. Bowing respectfully, he said, "Master Cao of Wuxing Gate has arrived. Emei Mountain elder Yuan Ning and Master Qingyun of Emei are waiting outside as well."

"So fast?"

Frowning slightly, Dong Sanyuan hastily schooled his expression, stood up from his seat, and said, "Take my blade and go on ahead. I'll be right there."

"Yes."

Hearing this, Sha Quan immediately nodded, walked behind Dong Sanyuan, raised that cold iron sword high in both hands, and backed out toward the open ground.

In front of his master Dong Sanyuan, he did not dare act the least bit rashly. Everything had to be carried out according to the most exalted and respectful etiquette; he did not dare overstep by even half a measure.

"You, go down the mountain and search! If I can't find the corpse today, I'll hang you from the Martial Arts tourney's flagpole!"

Tossing out those words with a wave of his hand, Dong Sanyuan took a step and strode grandly toward the outside.

Today was a great day for Dong Sanyuan. In the eyes of the public, he would once again savor that feeling of bringing glory to his own body and looking down upon the world. When all honors gathered upon him, he would feel an illusion of immortality. In that moment, he would believe himself to be the Martial Emperor, a Martial Emperor unlike any other!

Only someone who already regarded himself as a King in his heart could dream of immortality across the Spring and Autumn eras!